It was a Tuesday morning,... a typical morning in between Summer and Fall. A little cool with lower humidity. We were on the way to the job site near the Point off River Road. It was new construction and we were in the process of priming walls and trim at this point.
I remember having the radio on John Boy and Billy's morning show. Apparently they had a tv in the studio and a message was relayed to John Boy that a plane had just hit one of the towers,... As they were discussing the ordeal and trying to figure out the how's and why's of it happening, a second plane hit the other tower. At that moment we all figured out together this wasn't an accident. It was deliberate.
Arriving at the job site, we all had radios on. There were the trim carpenters there along with us and all ears were listening,.... we just listened for a bit, no one speaking. I felt the need to find the kids, talk to them, hug them and just go home. That's what we did. I've never been one to have the news on but this day was totally different. I had to know what was happening.
I remember wondering if we could even get back across the river to Florence. The Pentagon had been hit and a plane had gone down in a field. My mind wondered what if,.... what if a plane hit one of our dams. Or a bomb went off at Wheeler or Wilson,... could we still cross? Can you imagine the devastation of that happening?
What I don't remember is how long it took to figure out who was responsible for the attacks. Wishing I was young enough to go fight. I wanted to make them pay for all of those lives lost. Now,... I want to make the ones pay for the lives recently lost in Afghanistan. And the equipment left behind.
Never forget,.... Never!!